Sirius did the one thing he promised himself he wouldn't do, and that was take Remus to an art gallery. The one thing he scoffed at his other mates for even suggesting the idea, and now here he is, doing it at his own will. To back him up though, he saw one after they'd been driving for two hours and decided they needed to stretch their legs, so this was the perfect place, right?

"It's so bright and white in here." Remus' voice echoed in the near deserted room. Pictures, some with just random splatters of paint being sold for eight hundred pounds or others with intricately painted landscapes, were hung in neat lines -very spaced out, might Sirius add- all across two rooms.
"And empty." Sirius added, proving his statement by moving his hands about. Remus shrugged and turned back to the wall of perfectly white canvases smudged with paint, only to be horrified by a painting of a hand showing bone and sliced in the worst way possible, veins popping and blood pouring.
"Ew, what type of psychopath would want that in their house?" Sirius felt like gagging. He couldn't help but realise it was a truly spectacularly painted picture, I mean, he'd once seen his own hand like that after a session with his parents, just it was still attached to his body.
"What's it called? Killer's Promise? That's going to haunt my dreams forever." Remus shuddered. The bright red in the white room stood out like an elephant in a church, but it looked so in place. As if it was supposed to be there.
"It is realistic, I can tell you that." Sirius brushed his fingers past the pool of blood the hand seemed to be sitting in. It was severed just past the wrist and the bone just poking out seemed to be cracked.
"W-what do you mean?"
Sirius knew he had to cover up quick.
"Look at it. If you ripped someone's hand off, you just know it would look like that."
Remus' eyebrows furrowed.
"I guess..." Remus didn't seem to buy it, but he knew better than to push it on.

Sirius heard soft snores coming from beside him, and he was rather happy Remus got some extra sleep. Last night, after he thought Sirius had fallen asleep, he got out a leather book and started to scribble down a draft for his book. This continued until 5AM and Sirius was actually asleep, so Remus drifted off too, only to be woken up a few hours later. Sirius was relaxed in the perfect silence, only focusing on the road when he heard his phone, which was sitting in the small compartment where he'd usually store loose coins, ring.

/JAMSIEPOO CALLING.../

Sirius looked down hurriedly and pressed the green button, then putting it on speaker.
"How ya doing, darling?" James' smug voice was fuzzy, but still quite clear.
"Shush, James. Lily'll know you're cheating on her if she hears us talkin'." Sirius whispered in an almost flirtatious tone, it just wasn't because it sounded too jokey.
"I knew you were a cheating scumbag, Potter! I take full custody of Harry!" Lily's shrill voice sounded far off, as was a laughing toddler's.
"See what you've caused me, Siriuselda? My whole marriage! Do forgive me, Mrs Potter, she's my side chick, I swear! Please forgive me!" James begged, playing along. This is how you know they're 21 years old, and two of them, including Lily, have a child.
"Alright, really now, what did you call me for? I could be doing so much more better things than playing Cheater with you and your wife." Sirius was still trying to wipe the smile off his face.
"I just wanted to know how you and my bestest friend in the whole world Remus were doing. Am I not allowed to do that?" James put emphasis on the words he was describing Remus with just to piss off Sirius. The Marauders (he, Sirius, Remus and Peter) were all a very tight knit group and were all each other's best friends, but c'mon, you think of James you think of Sirius. So if either of the said the other wasn't their bestest, excuse the incorrect grammar, friend, the could lead to some shit.
"You're such a asswad." Sirius grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.
"Aw, I love you too."
"Oh, can-"
"Can you just get the fuck on with it because time is moneh, okeh? I literally just came back from training, I want to know how my baby girl's trip's been going with my other baby girl." James enunciated every word of the last section of the second sentence painfully slowly.
"Foine. I took Remus to an art gallery today."
A very long silence followed.
"You little shit." James muttered unbelievingly.
"I know, I know, I told you I wouldn't do anything like that, but it was just there and I had to take him!" Sirius tried to redeem himself, but James seemed still annoyed.
"You know what? Give the phone to Remmy." James very clearly lay back on to what sounded like a sofa.
"I can't, he's sleeping. I'm quite surprised that he's still in his slumber with the all the damn noise your making, because you're on speaker."
"Your poshness is surfacing, you used the word 'slumber'." James said completely seriously, even though that was Sirius' thing.
"Puh- lease, you lived in a mansion until three years ago and you just used the word surfacing. Do not call me posh."
"Sirius, you make absolutely no sense. You also lived in a mansion until three years ago, two mansions to be precise, and you used the word slumber." James scoffed. Sirius knew that if he and James were having a face to face conversation, James would be folding his arms.
"Honestly, Harry acts more mature than the both of you combined. You both went to a posh posh boarding school," ("which you also went to!" Interjected James) "and ate fancy pastries for breakfast when you graduated. I swear, James, you also told me that your dad made some hair care products, and Sirius, you're named after a star. You're both as posh as each other, sorted." Lily spoke quickly, which she always had whenever she was making a point.
"Lils, you're supposed to be backing me up, I'm you're very sexy but not super posh husband, James." James huffed.
"What if I told you that I found posh really attractive?"
"... I'm really fucking posh, I swear."
"Stop swearing, potty mouth! I'll have your head next time." Lily warned, pushing both her hands on to Harry's ears.
"Third wheeling at its finest..."

so, i was watching david's vlog, yeah? and i was wondering while writing this chapter who the marauders would be if they were you know, them. so like, james would 110% be david, he would fucking murder his friends, but still love them at the end of the day. sirius would be a gay todd, because he would be a fuckboi. remus would be matt, i just imagine their humour to be the same and matt's fine af. and peter would be jonah, because in this fic he's loyal (not a traitorous swine) and would probably play with toy cars and shit. by shit, i mean he would become hairless for an internet vid. fuck, did i seriously just do this?

no joke, i was seriously debating whether or not i should just published did when i wake up, because i just finished this chapter an hour ago but i didn't want to update twice in one day bcuz then y'all would be too expectant of me, and i would crack. my last update was posted at sometime around one am, and now one minute past twelve, so it hasn't been a technically been day yet, but fuck it. i'm posting this chapter now. this is way too long. oh, and slight trigger warning for the next chapter. there's gonna be some ish going down.
see you next millennium.